Sex 22 Poem by Ragy Sandid

No more anticipation
Time for speculation
Time to let the heart
Run the body and stimulation

Time to study every angle
To caress then entangle
To stumble, tumble and rumble
Form a perfect rectangle

Two slowly lead sin’s servants
To what best they can interpret
As the language of love
A wordless language couples invent

Then comes the other one’s wonder
What spell did I fall under
Were you there with me or was I alone
In this lighting and thunder

Thoughts hide and smiles appear
Who was far and who was near
Shall we go at it again
Yes, let’s go. There’s truth in the atmosphere.